We were young
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We had plans
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That we wrote
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On the back of our hands
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So the ink could wash off
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If we found that the plans had to stop
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In the spring,
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In the night
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I would hide
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And give you
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Such a fright
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When I jumped
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From behind
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Our couch
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We spent months
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Trying to buy
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And you held me so tightly
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That I couldn't breathe
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And you whispered assurance
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That you'd never leave
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And we talked through the night
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Of what we could achieve
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We were young
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There were times
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When I felt
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That there just
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Couldn't be anyone else
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In the world
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But ourselves
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And then times
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When we put each other
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Through hell
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And I lay all the blame I could find onto you
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'Cause nearly nothing of what you had said was the truth
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And our only excuse was the one we had used
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We were young
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I don't wanna leave, but I'll go now
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No matter how hard I'll rub you, you won't come out
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My blues hit your browns by the door
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And I could hit the floor
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But the plan on my palm says I'm leaving
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We had burnt
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All the songs
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That we thought
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Could make us millions
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And the time
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That was left
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Meant we only had
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Seconds to live
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And I cried to my family and cried to my friends
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And I promised my people that this was the end
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But the thing that hurts most is I won't kiss you again
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We were young
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We Were Young
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Charlotte Church |